#reincarnated lovers

[flwrkid14]

The Reincarnation of Romance

Tim doesn’t believe in fate. He believes in statistics, in probabilities, in cold, hard logic. He believes in data points and patterns and cause and effect.

Danny doesn’t believe in fate either. He believes in choices, in carving your own path, in standing at the precipice of the unknown and stepping forward anyway.

And yet—

There is something undeniably fated about them.

Something in the way Tim’s fingers trail along Danny’s wrist like he’s tracing the life thread of his own existence. Something in the way Danny says Tim’s name like a whispered prayer, like the world could crumble around them and it wouldn’t matter as long as they were together.

Something ancient, something timeless.

Tim doesn’t believe in past lives. And yet, when he looks at Danny, there is a familiarity that stretches beyond reason, beyond explanation. It’s in the way Danny leans into his touch like he’s done it a thousand times before. It’s in the way Tim worships him so openly, so effortlessly, without hesitation.

Like instinct. Like inevitability.

The family doesn’t know what to do with them.

Tim, whose love is all-consuming, who would burn the world to the ground if it ever so much as thought of harming Danny. Danny, who welcomes Tim’s obsession with the amused indulgence of a man who was clearly adored in another lifetime and carries the memory of it in his bones.

Danny sweeps Tim into his arms at a moment’s notice, presses kisses against his wrist with breathless adoration, waxes poetic about Tim’s brilliance, his beauty, his mind.

Tim, for his part, is indulgent. Amused. He watches Danny with dark, knowing eyes, lips quirked in a smile that betrays nothing but quiet satisfaction. He tilts his chin up just slightly when Danny kisses his hand, his wrist, the inside of his palm. A queen granting favor.

They move through the world as though they exist on some other plane, where every touch is sacred and every look is a vow.

They are impossible to be around.

“Mon amour,” Danny gasps the moment Tim steps into the room, eyes alight with an adoration that borders on worship. He strides forward, hands already reaching for Tim’s waist, his arms, anything he can hold.

Tim hums, tilting his head as Danny presses a kiss to the back of his hand. “Darling,” he murmurs, amusement dancing at the edges of his voice.

Jason groans. Steph makes a gagging noise.

“You were apart for five minutes,” Duke says flatly.

“Five minutes too long,” Danny insists, pressing his forehead dramatically against Tim’s shoulder. “The sun is cold without you, my love.”

Tim lifts a delicate brow, but his fingers still come up to tangle in Danny’s hair, slow and methodical. A caress disguised as nothing at all. “You are insufferable.”

“And yet, you adore me.”

A smile, small and sharp, curls at the edges of Tim’s lips. “A tragic truth.”

Cass watches them with knowing and amused eyes. Duke mutters something about how it’s “so much worse in person.” Damian looks between them with deep suspicion but diligently sketches the scene anyway.

And Bruce? Bruce has seen a lot of things in his life. He’s fought gods, stood against the impossible, watched the world bend and break and come back together again.

But nothing—nothing—could have prepared him for the reincarnation of Odysseus and Penelope manifesting in his own home.

Tim and Danny don’t care.

Tim is obsessed. Tim is devoted. Tim is utterly, ridiculously in love, and he makes sure Danny knows it every waking moment of his existence.

Danny basks in it.

They have done this before, in another life, in another time, and they will do it again in the next.

Because, for Tim and Danny, love is eternal.

[rocknbkdk]

always the spiky haired mfs with red eyes going for the ofa users

[cheesy-cryptid]

“ have we met before ? “

Goodness i dont know what to call this au 😭 Maybe it’s hundreds of years in to the future? Maybe Astarion meets Tav again after so much time has passed

[comatosebunny09]

Inspired by @sserpente’s The Sunwalker’s Gift.

Imagine being a shopkeeper, selling heirlooms and antiques in a quaint mom-and-pop shop.

Business is incredibly slow. You find yourself flipping through the worn, deckled pages of a book, your chin cradled in your palm. There is nary a customer in sight. Not since that new, mainstream jewelry store popped up down the street.

You’re about to close up shop early to enjoy what’s left of the day—it’s lovely outside. Too pretty to be tucked between these browning walls. But the jangle of the store’s bell lures your attention to the door.

Finally.

You look up as you prepare to greet the store’s newest occupant. But you forget how to talk—forget how to breathe—rooted to the floor like a basilisk has petrified you.

He’s ethereal amid the sunbeams pouring into your tiny store. All wintry-skinned, thin, and tall, dark lenses perched on his sharp nose. Rounded cheeks, petal-pink lips, and foxlike features.

His hair is what entrances you. Swaying like snowflakes in the breeze, and you wonder if it’s as soft as the snow it resembles. Vaguely, you register it sifting through your fingers, smell it exuding the faintest hints of rosemary and firewood.

The stranger surveys your shop, one hand tucked in his pants pocket, the other holding onto an oversized coat. Even his stance is princely. Nothing captures his attention for too long as he peruses through your wares, feigning interest in your rickety things.

You suddenly feel insecure; small—he strikes a picturesque figure amid the dusty antiques lining your shelves. The store across the way would probably suit someone so devastatingly beautiful better.

Nevertheless, you remember how to speak. Square your shoulders, plastering on your most welcoming grin despite your nerves exploding like solar flares beneath your skin.

After smoothing out the wrinkles of your attire, you offer the customer a warm, rehearsed “Welcome!”

He perks up at the sound of your voice. Lips twitch into a half smile, silver brows lifting slightly. Your heart hiccups at the sight.

The stranger saunters towards the counter, carrying with him the scent of bergamot and brushed sage. It’s a homely scent. Somehow nostalgic as he leans towards you, tilting his shades down to ingest you with eyes the color of smoldering coals.

“Good afternoon, love,” he drawls, his accent thick with regality. The purr of it causes your body to flood with warmth. It’s almost dizzying, the ground shifting beneath your feet.

You swallow, your throat thickening with your voice. “What brings you in today?”

���Actually.” He looks thoughtful, a long finger tapping his chin. Suddenly, he snaps his fingers like all the world’s secrets bare themselves to him. “Maybe you can help me with something.”

You watch with bated breath whilst the stranger retrieves something from his coat pocket. It catches in the sunlight. Glints a pretty ruby red as he places it on the display counter with a resounding clack.

“I’ve been trying to part ways with the damned thing for ages. Yet somehow, it always finds its way back to me.” His gaze is far off for the barest of seconds before he replaces it with a nonchalant shrug, waggling his hand dismissively. “It’s long since served its purpose. An antique, if you will. I wondered how much it would go for if it still holds any value.”

He speaks of it so contemptuously. As if it’s been a burden to carry all this time. But it’s beautiful in its simplicity. Tarnished gold, carved with intricate runes you can’t quite decipher. It houses a gorgeous crimson stone that seems to hum and swirl with energy—with power. Perhaps it’s a trick of the light or your nerves causing you to hallucinate.

You’re delicate as you hold it against the sun’s rays, further studying its design. In your peripheral, you capture the stranger’s eyes, regarding you with something you can’t quite place. Disdain? Curiosity? Fondness? Whatever it is, it unnerves you. Makes your mouth fill with sand as you clutch the ring in your palm, intending to scrutinize it some more in the back. It radiates against your flesh despite it being so frigid.

“I’ll have to take a more thorough look at it,” you conclude, masking your shakiness. You muster another smile. “Would you like some tea in the meantime? It may take a while to appraise it properly.”

“No thank you, darling,” replies the fair-skinned stranger, leaning against your counter in an easy slouch. His smirk is back, boasting what you mistake for a fang, peeking through the plushness of his lips. “Never had a taste for the stuff.”

“Coffee your thing?”

“Gods no.”

“Water?”

He waves you off with a quiet scoff, venturing away to prod and examine the other little trinkets in your shop.

“Take all the time you need, love. I’ve nothing but time to spare. And, by the looks of it, so do you.” He eyes you over his shoulder with mirth gracing his countenance. A flash of affection colors his gaze before he busies himself again.

You huff a laugh at his peculiar mannerisms, disappearing behind the curtain of the back room to fetch your jewelers loupe. All the while, your mind swims with wistfulness.

You can't help but feel like the handsome stranger who’d fatefully wandered into your shop is watching you, burrowing deep into your soul, even through the thick veil of your curtain.

masterlist

[writingtimelessthenovel]

[writersloveroe]

reincarnated lovers dialogue prompts

i found out this was a trope like 5 min ago and now i think it’s the cutest thing

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

•”why do i feel like i know you from somewhere?”

•”ever since i met them just a few weeks ago i swear everything reminds me of them! is that weird?”

•”it feels like i’ve known you for eternity,”

•”random question- is your favorite food ___? i had a strange feeling that it was,”

•”do you feel as deeply connected as i do?”

•”my soul sings whenever i see them, but i don’t know why,”

•”i’ve never loved anyone like this my whole life,”

•”i feel like we were meant to cross paths,”

•”every time we touch a feeling of nostalgia runs through my spine,”

•”your hands were made to hold mine,”

•”do you believe in soulmates?”

•”do you think we’re soulmates?”

•”how come i get so nervous around you and you only?”

[nqmonarch]

After Life

I like Yaoshi too, they're beautiful (and horrifying)

Yaoshi x Reader, Slight Luocha x Reader

You were strong. You did your job. There was nothing else you could do, left bleeding out near the Ambrosial Arbor. You wished you had a bit more time, to see your family's smiles, to feel your friends' hugs after a long fought battle, and to take in the sounds of the world, the birds chirping, the beautiful sound of dawn.

But for you, it was now night. You could rest now. A gentle breeze encompassed you, filling you with warmth, and despite the lack of sound when your eyes fluttered one last time you saw milk pale feet in golden sandals walking toward you. A strange sight for what had been a battlefield only moments before.

Gentle hands reached underneath your armpits to lift you up, another reached toward your chin, a third hand, and a fourth pressed something to your mouth.

"Eat," A voice both raspy and soft commanded and you felt compelled to listen.

You closed your mouth around the circular object feeling its sweetness flood your tongue. It was too sweet. Sickeningly so. You would've tried to spit it out if not for the new thing blocking your mouth. Unlike the fruit, you recognized what this was, a pair of lips pressed softly against your own.

They were cool to the touch and felt like a flower's petals. Moving gently, softly, but always asking for more. You swallowed the fruit and the lips removed itself from yours. A cough escaped your lips, bringing pain from your shattered ribcage with it. How were you still alive?

You felt their hands on you, three of their hands, two holding your head still, another resting comfortably on your shoulder as if warning you. It wasn't like you had the strength to move anyway. But you had the strength to open your eyes now, and you did hoping to get a glance of this mysterious assailant. Your eyes were quickly covered and you felt their lips on your forehead now accompanied by a quiet voice.

"I will take care of you in this life, now rest." A voice which held too much power for you to resist.

When you woke up among the field of dead a long haired blonde man was crouched in front of you, staring at you skeptically. "Did you heal me?" It was the only possibility, of how you were the only one of your group left alone. Maybe the guilt and loneliness was worse than death.

The man seemed to ignore your question instead speaking quizzically, "I really didn't think it would be you. How interesting, for that abomination to go to such risks for you. I suppose it's nothing new."

He stood up without much effort and raised a gloved hand out to you, deep voice too different from the person who saved you talking hesitatingly as if he was afraid of making the same mistake again, "The name's Luocha, would you mind accompanying me?"

If that abomination had already tainted you, you would be around for a while. You might as well stick around him.

Just had an idea of reader dying and Yaoshi being like lol nope

[powerful-niya]

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚hαppч nαruhínα mσnth єvєrчσnє!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟼: 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 + 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 + 𝚁𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 - (𝙽𝙷𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝟸𝟹)

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Pairing˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Naruhina

Synopsis˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡Love was a risk, a risk that cost Naruto everything, leading to the loss of the life he always knew and an everlasting separation from his beloved: Hinata Hyūga. 

His forbidden love for her brought about a curse that condemned him to live as a monstrous beast, forever wandering alone in despair. 

Yet, in this new lifetime, with a woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to his beloved now miraculously in reach, love could very well be the solution to his salvation.

Content Tags˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Alternate Universe - Medieval • Arranged Marriage • Beauty & The Beast • Destiny • December 2 • December 5 • December 26 • Emotional • Fairytale • Fairytale Curses • Fantasy • Falling In Love • Family Issues • Fate • Forbidden • Forbidden Love • Heavy Angst • Historical Eras • Hurt & Comfort • Knight AU • Love • Love Confessions • Monster • Mutual Pining • Mythical Beings And Creatures • NHmonth • NHmonth23 • Non-Human AU • Princess AU • Pining • Prophecy • Psychological Drama • Romance • Reincarnation • Reincarnated Lovers • Royal AU • Soulmates • Tooth-Rotting Fluff • Tragedy • Tragedy With Happy Ending • True Love • 1600s era • 1700s era • 2023

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The Beginning 

17th century.

1600s.

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Naruto Uzumaki 

Naruto wasn't supposed to love.

He had taken a solemn oath—never to love, never to wed, never to father children.

He wasn't meant to fall for anyone.

Certainly not Hinata Hyūga—the Princess of the Kingdom of Konoha, the delicacy of the land, the diamond of the ton. 

Not to mention, she was the daughter of Hiashi Hyūga himself. He was a king, a formidable ruler known throughout the land for his unwavering authority and strict governance—a man of principles, tradition, and nobility.

A man of steel. 

Having such a man as a father meant that Hinata's upbringing was meticulously planned down to the finest detail. From childhood to adulthood, she was taught to walk with poise, to speak with eloquence, and to conduct herself with the dignity befitting a princess. 

Her every move was scrutinized, and her every action was held to the highest standards. 

Her attire was always immaculate, her manners impeccable, and her education comprehensive. She was trained in the fine arts, fluent in several languages, and educated in the intricate politics of the court. She was even skilled in musical instruments, having mastered the piano, harp, and violin. 

Hinata was groomed to be flawless, and untouchable. 

Absolutely perfect. 

And that is what she became—a beacon of perfection in the eyes of society, more than suitable to one day marry, bear children, and assist the Hyūga lineage flourish and prosper. 

Hinata was the epitome of beauty and grace, off-limits to all except suitors with suitable titles—a precious gem that no commoner or knight could ever hope to touch.

Certainly not a knight like him—not Naruto.

He was her royal guard, a position of great honor. He was meant to safeguard her, to be by her side for all of her days, to protect her and remain loyal—not to love her.

She was supposed to be off-limits to him. Yet, he crossed those limits. 

He fell in love with her.

Naruto recalled the subtle moments when it all began—the fleeting smiles, the accidental touches, the stolen glances, not just from him, but from her too. 

Her gaze began to linger on him just a second longer than usual, and in those moments, he saw a spark of something more in Hinata's shy eyes—an unspoken connection, a shared understanding that he couldn't ignore.

At first, Naruto thought it was just him.

He figured he was just imagining things. But then he started to see that spark in Hinata's eyes more and more—a twinkle of longing, a yearning for the freedom she saw in him. 

Each interaction, each shared glance, built a bridge between them, one that was both exhilarating but terrifying. 

It felt so new. 

...so wrong.

Naruto wasn't sure how it all happened. 

The progression from duty to love was a blur. It was as if one day he was merely her protector, and the next, his heart was entirely hers. The line between his oath and his feelings had blurred, and he suddenly found himself drawn to Hinata in ways he could neither control nor comprehend.

It was the greatest victory of his life.

And the greatest mistake of his life.

Nights in the moonlit garden of Konoha palace were where they began to meet in secret. 

One night led to another, and another, and before long, they were meeting almost every night.

They would spend their evenings together under the starry night sky. They would sit on the soft grass, surrounded by the fragrant blooms, and talk for hours. They shared their days, struggles, dreams—anything and everything. It didn't matter to them, as long as they were together.

They would even have playful moments where they chased each other through the garden, past the flowers, and under the stars. 

Naruto recalls the sound of Hinata's laughter echoing through the night, her delicate hands clutching her dress as she ran, her face glowing with happiness.

And he would chase after her. Always.

"Catch me, Naruto-kun! Catch me!" She would cheer.

And indeed, he would catch her, their laughter mingling as they collapsed onto the soft grass, breathless and happy.

These moments became the only light in Naruto's world.

Hinata became the only light in his world.

The sweetness of her smile, the warmth of her embrace, her lavender eyes full of love, her silky midnight blue hair, her sweet scent, her heartfelt laugh, and her gentle spirit—all of it stayed with him.

Deep in his heart. 

Day after day, despite the risk, despite the danger, despite duty or even mere common sense, the two were drawn into an ever-going routine. 

Princess and knight by day.

And lovers by night.

Both were always eager for nightfall, when Hinata would slip out of her bed chamber, and Naruto would desert his post to meet in the garden of Konoha palace.

Some nights, when they met together, they would just lie on their backs, gaze at the stars and imagine a future where they could be together. 

During these times, Hinata often grew vulnerable with him. She shared her deepest fears and her greatest desires, opening up in a way she couldn't with anyone else.

Hinata even confided in him about her longing for freedom and the strict control her father exerted over her life. 

"He is determined to marry me off—my f-father," She told Naruto that night, nearly driven to tears, "Love was never supposed to be a consideration for me. That's what my father has always told me, that I need to marry. I need to choose my family. I need to choose duty. But I f-feel—" Hinata admitted, but then she stopped herself.

Naruto listened intently, as he always did, trying his best to lighten her heart and unburden her.

"You feel differently, don't you, Hinata-sama?" Naruto asked gently. 

"You've chosen love, haven't you, hime?" He added softly.

And the look that appeared in her eyes then touched his heart deeply.

Yes. I choose love. I choose you, her eyes had told him.

But there was more. 

Her eyes showed a plea for freedom, for something real and true, beyond the cold, heartless world she had always known.

Naruto's heart ached for her, it truly did. 

He found himself leaning close, taking her hands in his, and he made the mistake of promising to always protect her. He gave her hope that he could save her from such a horrid life, to be the source of freedom and love she so desperately sought.

"I'll figure something out. I'll save you, I promise," He had assured her.

Naruto remembered the joy that instantly appeared in Hinata's eyes, how she believed him wholeheartedly, placing all her trust in him.

That night, she actually kissed him for the very first time.

"Thank you, Naruto-kun," She whispered against his lips.

But he should have known better than to make such a promise.

What they had was fragile yet unbreakable when they were together, a beautiful dream they lived each and every night.

But dreams were fleeting. 

Reality was cruel. 

And, forbidden love never lasts.

They were caught. 

Hinata and Naruto thought it would be another quiet, hidden night together in the garden, a sanctuary where they could steal moments away from prying eyes, just like all those times before. 

But they were wrong.

Naruto could still remember the rustling of leaves and the snap of a twig that alerted them too late.

Suddenly, they were ambushed. 

King Hiashi's guards emerged from the darkness, torches in hand, intent on seizing them both.

Naruto fought back fiercely, for Hinata, for both of them, but there were just too many. Their sheer numbers overwhelmed him, and despite his best efforts, they managed to subdue him. 

Subdue them both.

The guards then dragged them away, tearing them from their sanctuary.

And just like that, their secret was out. 

Naruto had no idea how they had been discovered that night, but it didn't matter. The truth was out, the damage done, and they were now at the mercy of the King—a furious Hiashi Hyūga.

And oh, was he furious.

Their punishment was as cruel as it was merciless.

Hinata's punishment was given first. For defying her father's orders, daring to love someone beneath her stature, and tarnishing her family's honor, she faced severe consequences.

She was forbidden to see Naruto ever again.

Her tear-streaked face and dull eyes were the last sight Naruto saw of her as the guards forcibly took her away to her chambers. Naruto had never seen her so broken. Her desperate cries and pleas echoed through the cold, stone halls, her voice screaming his name the entire time. 

He could still hear her cries.

His punishment, however, was far worse. 

He was beaten, humiliated, and dragged before the King, where he was forced to his knees and made to face Hiashi's wrath.

"You have betrayed your duty, dishonored my family, and defiled my daughter," The King declared, his voice cold and unforgiving.

"For that, you will pay the ultimate price."

Naruto had accepted his fate. 

He believed he deserved it for turning his back on his knight's oath and causing Hinata so much pain. He expected his punishment to be death, a swift end to his suffering. He braced himself for it, thinking it would be a merciful release compared to the agony of being separated from Hinata.

But fate had a crueler design.

Instead, Naruto was brought before a dark, malevolent witch, and he instantly knew what was in store for him. 

He would be cursed.

Indeed, the witch cast a spell upon him, a powerful one. She transformed him into a beast—a creature so hideous that Hinata would never again be able to love him. 

"You will live out your days as a beast," The witch declared, her voice dripping with malice, "Banished from this palace, condemned to wander the forest for all eternity. You will outlive her, always knowing she is beyond your reach."

Pain tore through Naruto as his body twisted and changed, the curse taking hold. His once strong hands became claws, his noble and formidable body transformed into something large and terrifying, his face a grotesque mask of the beast he had become. 

The guards then threw him out of the castle, casting him away from his home, away from people, and away from Hinata.

Discarded like trash. 

Now, Naruto roamed the vast, lonely forest that surrounded the palace he once sworn to protect, his heart aching for the love he had lost. 

The forest was his prison now, and loneliness was his constant companion. 

Each step he took reminded him of Hinata, of the tender moments they had shared and the future that had been stolen from them. 

His curse was relentless, ensuring he would never forget. He was cursed to remember, to feel the pain of their love that could never be, every single day.

The only way his curse could be broken was if he was loved again. True love. 

But how could that ever happen? 

He was now a beast, feared and shunned by all who saw him. The idea of someone seeing past his beast form to the man within, understanding his pain, and loving him, seemed utterly impossible.

It was all wishful thinking. An unattainable dream. 

A painful hope he no longer allowed himself to wish for.

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Chapter 52: My Everything…

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/AMBW/Paranormal

💜Warnings: Sex/Smut/Filth/Adult Content/Adult Language/Sexual Content/Orgy/Anal Sex (M|F, M|M)/Oral Sex (M|F, M|M)/Unprotected Sex/Brief Bondage/BDSM/Harness/Collar

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 5,414

Jin’s POV

It was like something out of a movie. Never in my entire life have I experienced anything like this or even had the thought that I would. The sound of Jungkook and Yoongi’s deep moans mixed with Tia’s soft whimpers have me clinging to the edge.

“Mmm. Jin. Hobi. Come…Oh my God,” Yoongi offers the best invitation he can muster, barely able to mumble our names.

“Yes! Please,” Tia’s tiny voice calls to us. “Fuck, Yoongi, you feel so good.”

Honestly, I’m reluctant because I feel like one dip into the shallow end of her waters will end me immediately.

“Come on, bro. Even if we tap out early, we have all night. This is just a physical manifestation of our love for one another, right? No judgment, just love.”

I’m thankful that Hoseok can understand my concerns without me even verbalizing them, and he’s right. Surely, lasting all night long is an unrealistic expectation I’m putting on myself. Following Hoseok onto the bed, I notice that Jungkook’s strokes are becoming irregular as he’s holding onto Taehyung’s head, gently fucking up into his slobbery mouth. The stream of drool collecting at the base of his dick begins to flow down his hip and onto the bed. Taehyung’s arched back has him wide open, and I notice a cute little green jewel peeking from his full ass. I lick my lips, taking in the spectacle.

From the way, Jungkook’s thighs and abs flex each time he lifts himself from the bed to the way drool seeps from Taehyung’s mouth to flow down his shaft–from the way the lube trickles down the crack of Tia’s cheeks right before Hoseok begins to work his fingers into her ass, stretching her open. Passion can be translated in their stare as he and Yoongi look at one another over Tia’s shoulder, Hoseok slowly beginning to push his tip into her tight hole. The way they are alternating to slowly fuck in and out of her. And the sounds! Heavy breathing and smacks of pussy and mouths fill the room. Intoxicating. All of these factors combined have me nearly spent before I even reach Tia. But when she reaches over to wrap her small hand around my engorged dick, her fingers are unable to connect around my girth. She guides me closer so she can slide her hot tongue across my slit before encasing me within her mouth. Her moans vibrate up my shaft and throughout my entire body. I’m able to glide easily in and out of her warm, wet mouth, and the feeling has me moaning her name. 

“Tia. Fuck,” slides out on a whisper. She takes me in deeper and swallows me…literally. Gulping me down, she fists the length that is unable to fit into her mouth and I feel myself being pulled deeper into her throat as her throat muscles flex and squeeze around me, and this is the final straw. “AH! SHIT,” leaps from my chest, and I spray a mouthful of my cum across her tongue and down her greedy hole. Warm cum coats her skin as she drinks down what she can while gasping for air, but my load is more than her mouth can handle, leaving spurts to escape the corners of her mouth. 

“What’s wrong, baby? Did Jin fill you up too much? His dick was so fat in your little mouth, but you handled him so well, made him cum so much,” Yoongi says while pulling her pelvis down to meet his. “You’re such a good girl, making him cum so hard and look at your pretty face all smeared with his nut. Come here, let me help you,” Yoongi offers while still slowly stroking deep into her. 

My dick doesn’t even have a chance to go soft as I watch him lap up my cum from her face, only to then share it with Hoseok when he leans over Tia’s back to retrieve his share with his tongue. My eyes grow wide, watching the strings of my cum pull away after their tongues touch. They come back together to kiss, swiping my semen around inside each other’s mouths. Holy fuck. 

Yoongi’s POV

“Oh my GOD,” Tia whimpers when Hoseok begins to nestle into her other hole. She already feels amazing, wrapped tightly around my dick, but with Hoseok now filling her ass, she’s even more snug. Hard dick is pressing against my own as he pushes in and I’m pulling out. He pulls out as I’m pushing in, and it all feels so fucking good. But it’s something about the way he sits up on his knees, taking the straps that bind Tia’s hands in one hand and pulling on the strap attached to her collar with the other–eyes on me– this is the icing on the cake.

“My hands,” Tia says, and Hoseok immediately works at the buckle to release her wrists. She reaches over and leads Jin to us, guiding him along by the base of his hardened dick. He comes, more comfortable now, drunk off of lust, and I watch as his thick member slips into Tia’s mouth. I dig my fingertips into the flesh of her hips, as if holding on to her will keep me from being pulled under by this wave of pleasure. 

Slurping, suckling, and gagging, Tia deepthroats Jin and it is music to my ears; the sound is hitching a ride on my bloodstream and coursing through my veins. The noises that come from Jin as he climaxes are then mirrored by Jungkook as he does the same moments later. I’m so high off of the sexual energy in this room that I allow my intrusive thoughts to win and lick the overflow of Jin’s cum from Tia’s chin and lips, which turns Hoseok on even more. He leans over her back to partake in the creaminess of it all, licking his portion from my tongue while he’s still slowly stroking in and out of her little ass. Jin’s load stretches between us before we reconnect with a kiss. Hoseok sits back up to rest on his knees and rests his hands on mine, placed on Tia’s hips. He eyes her ass, more prominent as she’s leaning over, her breasts on my chest. Following my lead, he finds the rhythm again, stroking into her one after another.

“Yoongi,” Tia mewls into my ear.

“Don’t call me like that, with that voice,” I say. It’s as if it is doing something to me from within, intensifying the overwhelming sensations. “Just take this dick like a good girl, okay? You like when I stay on that spot like this?”

“Yes! I love it,” she confesses. “I love it, Yoongi.” 

Is she challenging me? “Tia,” I warn.

“Yes? Yes, Yoongi?”

“Fuck!”

Long and strong, this climax is the most intense I’ve ever experienced in my life, causing bursts of color to blur my vision. Hoseok stills, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, relishing in the feeling as my dick throbs, releasing my seed deep within Tia’s walls. Something primal takes over me, and I wrap my arms around Tia’s torso and begin to slam into her like a madman, mixing my cream with her juices to create a decadent blend of our desires. For the first time in my life, I am able to fully let go, to give in to the instincts I’ve been holding back in an attempt to control myself, conform to societal norms. But not tonight. Not with them. 

Deep thrusts dig into her guts, coloring her insides with my pleasure again, without a care in the world, only listening for the one word that would make me stop. ‘Army’.As the high begins to fade and my pace slows, it feels like I'm descending from a state of ascension back to earth. Tia's body trembles in my arms, slumping as she comes down from her climax. I gently caress her back—a stark contrast to the man I was just moments ago. Hoseok is doing the same, leaning back on his heels, catching his breath, and gently rubbing the rounds of Tia’s ass.  

“Damn, Yoongi,” he begins, “that was wild. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard.” After pulling out, he leans over to kiss the small of her back, then asks, “Are you okay, baby girl? Did I pull too tight on your straps?”

“No, I’m fine. I just–damn,” she says, and I can feel it when she smiles against my chest. “That was so amazing. The two of you filled me up so good.”

Namjoon climbs up to join us as we shift positions. Jimin moves over to lie beside Jungkook and Taehyung, taking the spot I just vacated. I rise to unfasten Tia’s thigh restraints from the strap beneath her breasts, gently helping her reposition. She leans forward to plant a soft kiss on Jimin’s lips before lying back on the bed beside him, her body relaxed and inviting.

Jin doesn’t hesitate. With deliberate slowness, he slides into her drenched heat, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he revels in the sensation.

“Fuuuuuuck…” he groans, sounding as if he’ll never get used to the feeling. Allowing his hand to trail up her soft body, he slides from her stomach up between her breasts, then he glides a thumb across her plush lips. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet. So fucking tight.”

She gasps when he bottoms out, nodding she says, “Mmm hmm. Do you feel what you guys do to me?”

On her side, opposite Jimin, I lean in, kissing her lips gently, while Jin fucks into her slowly. Her nails scrape across my scalp before she tugs on my hair. I let her, then release her lips to place open-mouthed kisses down her neck and chest, finding my way to suck on her nipples. I make a mental note that she loves nipple play, judging by the way she whimpers and squirms underneath Jin. 

“Ah!” Tia exclaims as she is pulling my hair harder now while grinding her hips, needing to feel every inch of Jin.

After releasing my hair by gently pulling her fingers free, I move out of the way for Hoseok to place his tip on her lips, and she opens her mouth to ravenously receive him. Again, I don’t fight the urges that arise in me, and find myself licking and sucking on his shaft along with her. With slow, oscillating movements, I move my head back and forth, gliding my wet lips and tongue from the base of his dick back up to meet Tia at his head, pulling the thin skin of his shaft into my mouth, sporadically. Down, then back up, I begin tongue-kissing Tia with the tip of Hoseok’s penis right in the middle of our lapping tongues. 

“Fuck,” he says, looking down at us. “You both look so beautiful.”

Namjoon is behind Hoseok, snaking his arms around him, and starts licking and kissing his neck with one hand around his throat and the other holding him against his chest, his fingers splayed across his abdomen.

“Oh, shit,” he says, now being pleasured by us three and enjoying the views.

Jimin’s POV

After Jungkook cums, I find myself lying next to Tia, legs spread, with Taehyung on top of me, our dicks brushing against each other with each stroke administered by Jungkook from behind. Since this is a first for us all, he takes things slowly, being gentle with Taehyung while I hold him close to my chest, comforting him while also praising them both.

“You sound so pretty, baby, and you’re talking his dick so well,” I push back the strands of hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead. “How does Jungkook feel fucking you like this? I wish you could see how sexy he looks rocking into you.”

“Feels. So. Ugh,” he says, burying his face into my neck, where he begins to lick and nibble at my flesh.

“Do you think you can take him?

Jungkook asks the question while looking down at me, and I answer without hesitation. “I’m ready to try.”

Taehyung’s head pops up to search for any uncertainty in my face, and I answer by pulling him in to explore his mouth with my tongue. I gasp when I feel Jungkook’s warm fingers spread the lubricant across my hole before he begins to insert a finger.  Then two. Holding on to Taehyung just as tightly as he clings to me, I know that pleasure is on the other side of this discomfort. Jungkook begins to stretch me, moving his fingers in a scissor-like motion. While the feeling is foreign, it starts to feel nice after getting used to the welcomed intrusion. After several minutes of prep, Jungkook removes his fingers, and Taehyung and I freeze, lips now pressed together, when Jungkook places Taehyung’s head at my entrance.

“Are you sure, Jimin?” Taehyung asks the question, panting as his breath brushes against my lips.

“I’m sure,” I answer. “I’ve wanted you for a while now, to have you this close to me again.” Things in the shower didn’t escalate to this point, but the need for him is even stronger than before.

Slowly and gently, he dips in, just a fraction, then out. Even Jungkook stills, allowing Taehyung time to work himself in. The feeling of being penetrated is taking me on a journey of sensations. The pressure is insane, but I try to relax, knowing that tensing won’t make this a pleasurable experience for either of us. Taehyung pushes in further, stretching me wide. The burn is borderline unbearable and almost makes me tap out, but I endure it. My whole body is on fire, and sweat prickles at my brow. I’m panting and holding on to him for dear life, and the sounds that escape me; I’ve never made or heard before.

“Is this okay?” Taehyung checks in, and I reassure him I’m fine by nodding as I'm unable to speak at the moment. “Oh my, God! You feel so fucking good,” he says as he’s now nibbling my ear and then down my neck. 

A slick hand wraps around to stroke my dick, and in combination with Taehyung’s wet kisses on my neck, pleasure melts over me, engulfing me. With the pain now dulling, overpowered by satisfaction, Taehyung reaches the bottom of my depths and slowly moves with ease. I focus on the feeling, something like the beginnings of sparks each time Taehyung moves against a specific spot. As he builds up speed, the more intense the feeling gets, and the sensations added by the hand stroking my dick has me confused, excited, all while loving the feeling. It’s nearly overwhelming, but I would cry if they stopped now. Our lips find each other again, and I begin lapping into his mouth.

“You see how good that feels? You like that?” Jungkook asks as he moves again. His hips pulling back, hand on Taehyung’s hip, guiding him back on his dick. Taehyung’s member is dragging against my walls, has my head rolling back, and a sharp cry of pure pleasure rips from my throat as Jungkook thrusts his hips forward, forcing Tae’s dick deep inside me.

“Oh my God,” I whimper. White light flashes behind my lids; this new feeling seems to jolt me outside of my body. 

“Use your words, beautiful. Do you like how Taehyung’s fat ass dick is filling you up?”

“I do. I love it.” My voice cracks as the words fall from my lips, much like the tears from the corners of my eyes. There is no more pain accompanied by their thrusts, but tears collect behind my lids anyway.

“Baby? Are you okay? Are we hurting you?” Taehyung stills, and his words tell me that I’ve been caught.

“No. No, not at all. You feel amazing now. It’s just…a lot, you know? The sensations, the sounds, the love between us–it’s just so much at once.”

“We can stop-” Jungkook starts.

“Don’t you fucking dare. Faster,” I insist.

I roll my head to the side and look at Tia, who has taken a break from devouring Hoseok’s dick, to see that she’s looking at me. Checking in on me. Her eyebrows are furrowed, pleasure written all over her face. I look down to see that the hand stroking me is Jin’s. He’s multitasking while stroking me, buried deep inside of Tia, and making out with Hoseok. Yoongi is still busy slurping Hoseok down his throat while Namjoon is now finger fucking Yoongi from behind while working his tip slowly into a well-lubricated and stretched Hoseok.

The visual alone is intoxicating, but the auditory sensations will do it for me every time. Taehyung bottoms out again, and I’ve never felt fuller. I lift Tia’s arm, and she immediately cradles my head as I lap at her nipple. Jungkook reaches out to hold Tia’s left leg, and Namjoon holds the right. Hoseok, bending over to take Namjoon, licks at Tia’s clit while Jin, upright on his knees, continues to burrow into her love, pulling on the thigh straps like reins. Yoongi takes her other nipple into his mouth just as Taehyung reaches out to place his hand around her neck. 

“Jin! Ah!”

She screams as another orgasm begins to coil in her belly, slithering through her body.

“I know, baby, I know. You’re almost there. It’s coming,” I pull away to encourage her just to latch right back onto her nipple. 

She’s about to cum again, but this one is different. Tears fill her eyes like mine and the smell of sweet pastries, cinnamon, and vanilla nearly has me in a daze. She’s so fragrant. We are all connected just as Tia’s body begins to convulse, her hands clenching the covers in her fists.

Tia’s POV

“Fuck! I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”

“Why do you think I’m fucking you like this? Give it to us, baby,” Jin orders.

“Let go of all that stress, baby. Let it out,” Jungkook adds.

I close my eyes tight, listening to my men, and I let it all go. When I reach the peak of pleasure with all of my men touching my body and reaching their peaks all at once, the feeling is something I've never experienced before. I climax seemingly into another dimension, and then my world goes dark. I guess this may be what an out-of-body experience is like. I feel like I'm present but not here, soul-spiraling freely. 

I notice I can only communicate through my mind as my voice is not working here.

“Hello?! HELLO?!”

There’s no answer for a moment. Then something tells me to open my eyes. When I do, I’m surrounded by white light as far as my eyes can see. Unsure of what to do or where the hell I am, my eyes tear up, and I think of my guys. As soon as they pop into my thoughts, they materialize in front of me, all extremely handsome, smiling back at me. When I turn to look away, distracted by a presence next to me, they disappear.

“Tia?! What are you doing here? It ain’t time for you to be here yet!”

I can hear her voice in my ears, but I’m still unable to speak. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.

“Tilly?! What is this place? How did I get here?”

“Girl! You have leveled up, but you gotta crawl before you walk, chile. I swear, you are more powerful than you even know. I’m your spirit guide, and you’re in the spirit realm, the place you come after you die.”

“OH NO!!!!!!!! I’M DEAD?!”

“Calm down, honey. You’re not dead. That’s why I said you’re not supposed to be here yet. A full second hasn’t even passed down there, and the guys don’t even realize you’ve traveled. It’ll just seem like you blinked for them.”

“So, what’s going on? Why am I here?”

“I reckon it’s because you are still learning to harness this power of yours. You’re gonna need to get a hold on those strong emotions, chile, especially when you’re with the guys. They only make you even stronger. So strong, that your one body can’t contain it all and you might notice it spilling over to them. When you go back, you should be enlightened how to handle all of that as well as information you ain’t know before. Hopefully, being here will help you tap into your gifts even more. Everything should make sense to you when you get back. All the questions you may have, like: Why couldn’t you remember the guys after detoxing from that poison? How were your guys able to merge with mine, giving you numerous nights of pleasure? Why were they suddenly taken away? Also, the tree. How will it help you during this journey on Earth? Better techniques and practices to wield your powers as needed and how your power will trickle over to your guys. You should learn it all,” she informs me. 

“The guys before being poisoned? I didn’t meet them until after, right? Are the guys gifted as well? I don’t understand.”

She just smiles, does not answer my questions, and then takes my hand between hers. She continues in a soft, knowing voice, “The answers will soon be revealed. And if they’re not, well, sometimes the answer’s in the silence. You just gotta listen when the world gets quiet. I’m still with you, always right here. But let me tell you somethin’, baby—you don’t need me. I know you have your self-doubt and limiting beliefs about yourself, but you’ve got everything you need right inside you.” Tilly places her hand on my chest, and I lay mine atop hers. “You’re more than capable, and you’re gonna reach your fullest potential, no matter what, but you have to realize who you are. Your ancestral counsel and I are just here to keep you safe, to guide you when you’re feeling lost. The rest? That’s all you. You are a great force, and are meant to do great things! Don’t you forget that.”

The pressure of her hand on my heart decreases as her image begins to fade.

“How do I get back?”

“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll help you. I love you, and send the guys my love,” she hugs me. I can barely feel her arms around me.

“I will, and I love you, too. Tell your guys hello.”

She waves a lazy hand and when I blink my eyes, I’m right back with my loves watching as they pull out of each other and me then begin to shuffle around the bed, finding more comfortable positions to cuddle around me. I notice that I possess this unexplainable knowledge of the past, present, and future, just as Tilly said I would. It’s like I’ve gotten an update, now with new features and gifts that give me the ability to sense precisely how each man feels just by looking at them. There is also chattering in my ears, the sound is similar to the tuning of a radio, staticy and unstable. However, it does seem that I’m able to turn it off and on or hone in on it to make out words!

“Holy shit, that was amazing. I never would have imagined I could love multiple people to this extent. I could stay right here in this bed with them forever.”

I can make out, but I’m not sure who the thought is coming from. Before I can even think, I say, “Forever?”

“Jagiya!” Taehyung looks at me, mouth ajar and eyes wide, “You can read minds now?” Now that Taehyung has spoken up, I can make out that it was his voice in my mind.

“No way. Noona! Can you hear me?”

“Yes, I can hear you, but I promise I’m not doing this on purpose,” I say, then look directly at Jungkook, whose eyes are the size of golf balls. “Please, guys, know that I’ve just learned of this gift, literally just now, but I think I can turn it off and on. Please be patient with me and know that I will never intentionally use it to intrude on your private thoughts without permission.”

Questions fly at me left and right as they are all, understandably, curious about this new gift. With a huge smile on his face, Jin hops up to grab warm washcloths for us all to clean up, then we remove the soaked blanket.

“Is that comfortable, babe? You don’t have to take it off if you don’t want to,” Yoongi very obviously hints at his preference for me to continue wearing the harness.

“Yes, it’s fine,” I chuckle lightly. “I’ll wear it a little longer, but I don’t think it’ll be comfy to sleep in it.”

Snuggled up in the middle of our bed, we take a break while they initiate the ‘what am I thinking’ game, wanting to test my skill. 

“If she gets pregnant, how will we know whose baby it is? I’m sure she’ll know immediately.”

“You’re right, Hobi. When I get pregnant, I will know, and so will you.” They all gasp, sitting up and looking around at one another. “Calm down, guys. Let’s take our time. We have a while before we cross that bridge.”

“Holy, fuck. So, can you see the future more clearly as well? Or did you have a vision?”

“It’s different from before,” I answer Namjoon. “Something happened just now as we were all climaxing together. Now, in my mind, it’s like looking at TV. I have the remote and can change the channel, moving through the timeline as I see fit.”

The game then changes to a ‘what am I about to do or say’ game, sending me into a fit of laughter. These guys are hilarious without even trying.

After a few moments, Jungkook says, ���With the things that you see or hear, if you need to keep it to yourself, I’ll understand. I’m so sorry about how I handled things before.”

The guys reflect his sentiments, all understanding why things had to happen the way that they did.

“I appreciate that. I just ask that you have trust in us. Everything we do, every move we make is for us,” I reassure them, then transmit my sincere feelings from within. Immense love and respect pour from my heart to theirs, showering them.

With a deep sigh, Jimin says, “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that feeling.”

“Was that you, T? That feeling?”

“Jin, that is just the beginning,” Jimin hints.

“You said to trust ‘us’,” Namjoon questions. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well,” I say, stroking through Taehyung’s hair as he lays with his face on my belly, my other hand caresses Yoongi’s shoulder on my other side as he lifts his head from resting at the bend at my thigh. “Only time will tell. Challenges and concerns will inevitably come our way. But lean on the trust we have for each other, and we’ll be okay,” I look deeply into Yoongi’s eyes. I smile lovingly as I receive the thoughts he sends to me. Sending feelings of trust and understanding to him; I know he feels it when tears begin to well up in his eyes. “Tomorrow,” I whisper to him with a smile.

“Ah,” Jungkook exclaims after sitting up to stretch. “Break time is over. Who’s ready for round two?”

“Tia,” Namjoon asks, “are you up for another round?”

Jungkook is already at the head of the bed with his back against the headboard, awaiting my response. I don’t answer verbally but crawl up to join him, straddling his thighs as his hard dick bounces up to meet my core. He releases a small glob of lube on his tip, and I don’t hesitate to lift myself just enough to line him up at my entrance, then glide down inch by thick ass inch.

“Damn,” I hiss. The stretch of him burns slightly but is far more pleasurable than anything else.

“Damn is right,” Jungkook agreed, “there’s no reason you should feel this good. So warm and so tight, wrapped around my dick.”

He pulls out slightly, then pushes back in, the obscene smacking of my pussy and the lube only spurs us on.

“Fuck, I love that sound,” Namjoon confesses as he’s crawling up to join us. The men repositioned me to sit with my back now to Jungkook in reverse. Leaning back onto Jungkook’s chest, he wraps his arms around my midsection and I watch as Namjoon rubs his dick across his lips and Jungkook doesn’t miss a beat, opening wide for him. Jimin joins on the other side, opposite Namjoon, to do the same. He grabs my jaw, turning my head to look at him, then rubs the smooth skin of his head across my lips. I bob my head up and down, taking more of him into my mouth with each move. He touches the back of my throat at the same time that I’m sitting flush on Jungkook’s lap. I moan, humming around Jimin’s dick, and he inhales sharply. Jungkook digs his nails into my hips, then pulls me forward, then backward, guiding my hips to ride him in a scooting motion. I moan again, long and deep.

“Shiiiit,” Jimin groans. “You like that, pretty girl? Is JK fucking you good?” I nod my head slightly, with his dick still sliding across my tongue, my eyes closing slowly as I relish in the pleasure. A soft smack lands on my cheek, and my eyes pop open. “Look at me,” Jimin starts, “don’t you dare take your eyes off mine. He pushes in a bit deeper, causing me to pull back and gasp for air. “Come on, baby. You can do better than that. Come on. Swallow me like I know you can.” 

I do as instructed, and his head falls back. I feel the softest of licks to my clit then a long gentle suck. Unable to turn my head fully, I can only shift my eyes down to see Jin looking back at me. Jungkook is buried inside of me, the sounds that Namjoon is making, and the way Jimin now has a grasp on my hair has me wanting to close my eyes and savor this feeling, but I don’t dare. 

My cheek still stings a little where Jimin popped me, so I can only allow them to flutter when Jungkook grinds deeper into my soul and Jin moves to his rhythm. Jungkook is so deep I have to pull away from Jimin for a moment to allow myself to breathe and release the cries I’ve been holding in. I keep my eyes on Jimin but yell their praises. 

“JK, right there. Jin, please don’t stop,” I plead, begging them to stay on the same spot with the same tempo. “I’m almost there. I’m almost there.” 

I continue to fist Jimin while I watch Taehyung position himself behind Jin and he stops moving for a moment with my clit still between his lips. Hoseok approaches Jimin from behind and takes his tongue into his mouth while swirling Jimin’s nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. I return my greedy mouth to consume Jimin as our moans fill the little space that exists between us. We move in tandem, all eight of us, expelling any lingering frustrations and uncertainties, filling the spaces with love, reassurance, and trust.

The next morning, the sun peeks through the blinds as I’m lying here, sprawled out in the middle of these men. I could cry, thinking about how blessed I am to have been chosen to live this life experience with them. 

Universe, I thank you for this day I’ve never experienced and will never experience again. I will live it to the fullest and make the best of each moment. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to do lifetimes with these men, and am thankful for the forevers to come. 

These men have become my everything, yet always have been, as they’ve pulled me through some of my darkest moments, even before we knew of each other’s existence. And I am their everything. I have always been, even before they knew. I am so full of love and incredibly thankful that we’ve finally found our way back home.

A/N:

Whew. Home is done. This is definitely bittersweet as I will miss writing about Tia and her relationships with the guys. This has been a rollercoaster ride and I’m so thankful for those of you who held on tight and went for the ride with me. Y’all are amazing and I’m so very grateful for you. I’m also thankful for and taking the time to beta read this chapter, as well as the majority of this work.

I am working on another story that brings back a little of the guessing element but is a treat all its own. It is giving dark, demonic romance and will be released by chapter. I hope you guys continue to rock with me and enjoy my future projects just as much if not more than Home.

Okay. Love you! Byyyyyyyyyye!

Tia😘🫶🏽

[balladofbells]

Me genuinely tweakin when reincarnated lovers:

[euesworld]

"You know how beautiful you are? Unforgettably beautiful, so unforgettably so that I could never forget you in a billion years.. my soul would recognize your soul instantly, no matter where, no matter when, no matter how. If life repeats, which that as it may.. though I doubt, if it does.. when I see you I will remember a lifetime of love. This love that I hold in my chest for you, in my soul through days of old.. there could never be a love so bold as to say, I will love you even when I can't love myself. Through the ages, through time.. different places, different stages, you will always be mine."

I will love you through thick and thin, through the yelling and every grin - eUë

[monarchteen]

my demon is so fucking insane because we do not talk about the countless tropes which they ate

[gozdziak]

And our second lead couple also had a happy ending with a sweet kiss.

[selena-of-ithaca]

Against All Odds

~Chapter One~

((Jobs: Antinous: Mob boss but also really rich....... And more, Eurymachus: Rich art guy. Got the ideas from @anachronic-cobra...... Selena: detective))

No..... No....... No...... No....... She ran, his hand around her wrist as she did......... He tugged her along......... Making sure she was hidden........ When he did he turned and began speaking...... Until an arrow we t through his chest making her scream in pure terror......

WeSelena shot up in terror....... sweat down her face, she was heaving in and out........ She had a blue tank top on with some shorts...... She glanced at the time getting out of bed....... Selena was on call of course...... Her phone immediately started wringing a stupid little ringtone for her boss..... She opened it and answered.... "Hello boss man! What can I do for you today?" She asked him looking through her closet for something to where.... "Hey Lena! Yea so we got a murder call... from down in the rich assholes neighborhood" He said making Selena groan..... Just great... "oh... Address and name? I'll go down in five." She responded pulling out a power suit.... with a tie...... "78910 Walsh avenue...." He said and Selena paused as she started getting dressed. "thanks. See ya after" she said hanging up and getting dressed....

Eurymachus sat down on a lounge couch his legs propped up on the coffee table sipping some red wine...... Antinous was cleaning his gun removing any evidence..... Eurymachus's tilted his head and chuckled teasingly....... "Anti...... why would you kill them and then call the cops hmm? What are you hoping to achieve?" He asked his snake like tongue licked the rim of his glass..... Antinous just smirked a bit..... They both remembered everything..... Antinous simply placed the gun back at his side walking And sitting down next to him his arms against the back of the couch..... "Well my precious little snake..... Because I don't want to get the top suspect" He stated..... Placing a hand on Eurymachus's thigh...... Which made him roll his eyes..... "Oh okay whatever you say kitten~" He teased as he sipped more wine..... That was until the doorbell rang..... And They both smirked a bit knowing that the cops and detectives were here...... Antinous got up and walked to the door..... Opening it..... But what he saw made him freeze.... "Hello I'm Detective Selena and my fellow officer Jason..... We heard there was a murder" she said showing her badge...... Antinous was just frozen...... Their Selena..... Was here..... Eurymachus came over and dropped his hands on Antinous's shoulder. "what's wrong my love-" he froze his eyes widening...... "Selena?!" They both said at the same time....... making her tilts her head...... she didn't remember did she?

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Currently working on a Loki x Reincarnated!Reader something something...

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if ever you should forget you are one with the Universe

give yourself food, water, and sunshine.

we are Flowers of Life that will wilt and die

but in time we will live again.